"I much doubt it."
"Leave us, Muguet [lily of the valley]," said Dixmer.
The femme-de-chambre had assumed the name of the flower from hatred to her baptismal name of Marie, which was unfortunately that of the Austrian.
She rose at the command of her master, and quitted the room.
"Well, dear Geneviève," said Dixmer, "is peace restored between you and Maurice?"
"On the contrary, I think we are cooler than ever."
"And this time, who is to blame?" said Dixmer.
"Maurice, without the slightest doubt."
"Permit me to judge."
"What!" said Geneviève, blushing, "you cannot guess—"